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"Be my boyfriend."

Zhong Xun grabbed Chu Tingdong's wrist, laying in his arms not wanting to move, his clattering heartbeat calmed down a bit, and when he heard Wu Yulan speak in a low voice, Zhong Zhonglin couldn't help scolding him again.

Across the living room, there is also a bedroom door, which can still be heard clearly.

"Don't try to persuade me," Zhong Zhonglin said a little irritably, "I have raised a son for nothing for so many years. Am I raising a son or an enemy? How can I feel sorry for him?"

"As long as the grades are a fraction of others, I won't be so worried. It's okay to be stupid, but it's quick to talk back."

Zhong Xun pursed his lips, looked up at Chu Tingdong, pushed him away, and went downstairs again with the key.

Chu Tingdong frowned and stood in the living room for a few seconds, then went back to his bedroom in silence.

Zhong Xun originally wanted to go to the Internet cafe, but Song Yijin was not there. Song Yijin sent him a message on the way, asking him if he wanted to go to the barbecue stall for a drink, which was where Zhou Heng worked.

He didn't eat much at night, so he passed by.

"One more Ma Xiao," Song Yijin turned his head to say hello, then raised his hand and opened a few bottles of Tsingtao beer, and asked Zhong Xun, "I'm having trouble with Fatty and the others, do you want to play?"

"Not playing." Zhong Xun was not interested.

There were also a few people from the vocational high school next door, all with yellow hair, they were surprised to see Zhong Xun coming and asked, "I haven't seen Brother Xun for a long time, and you didn't go to the billiard hall, what are you busy with?"

"Busy with dating." Zhong Xun said casually with his ankle resting on the other knee.

"Brother Xun is really good at joking." Several bastards from the vocational high school looked at each other in blank dismay, and someone hurriedly avoided the topic, "This flower clam is also good, I'll go and see if there are any more."

Zhong Xun didn't say a word, he lowered his eyelashes, sat on the edge eating barbecue, mixed with white beer, and finally didn't remember how much he drank.

In the middle of the night, after twelve o'clock, Song Yijin and the others were also drunk, and no one cared about the other.

Zhong Xun went home alone.

When he got home, the living room was dark, Wu Yulan was on the night shift, Zhong Zhonglin was going on a business trip, and he was not at home on the high-speed train at night, only the bathroom was still lit, but there was no sound of running water.

Zhong Xun raised his foot and was about to go back to the room, when he turned his head and saw Chu Tingdong's bedroom door, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was so fucking unpleasant.

He was a little drunk, he swayed when he walked, the corners of his eyes were red, and he held the doorknob and pushed it open. There was no one in the bedroom.

He stared at Chu Tingdong's clean sheets without a single wrinkle, bit his lip, and had nowhere to vent, so he threw himself on Chu Tingdong's bed, wrapped in the smell of alcohol, hugged him under the quilt and rolled hard.

Unable to let go of his hatred, he kicked his legs again, and kicked him hard under the quilt a few times.

When Chu Tingdong came out of the shower, he found that the door of his bedroom was wide open, Zhong Xun was lying on his bed with his shoes on, his legs were sandwiched by his quilt, and he was sleeping crookedly.

The clothes were rubbed up, revealing a thin waist, which was sunken in white.

There were a few dirty footprints on the sheets.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple rolled down, and he almost blurted out swear words. He frowned, lowered his head and called Zhong Xun, "Get up."

Zhong Xun heard it in a daze, but he refused to get up, and hugged the quilt even tighter, rubbing his cheek against him, biting the corner of his quilt, pretending to be dead, and stalemate with him.

"If you don't get up, I'll throw you out." Chu Tingdong said.

"Throw it." Zhong Xun also got excited, turned around and lay flat, moved his eyelashes, and opened his eyes slightly.

His curly hair is messy, his eyelids are half-drooped, and the tails of his eyes are long and beautiful, and his cheeks are burnt beautifully. He raised his finger and pointed at Chu Tingdong, "Don't talk nonsense, throw it away quickly, who are you scaring all the time?"

"If you don't throw it away, don't say you are my brother when you get out. I'm ashamed of my mother."

Chu Tingdong was so angry that he wanted to laugh, he leaned over to pull his wrist, but Zhong Xun dodged it.

"Don't touch me," Zhong Xun moved around, his clothes were scraped up, his breathing was unsteady, his lower abdomen rose and fell slightly, exposed to Chu Tingdong's eyes, and he cursed inarticulately, "Your mother..."

Chu Tingdong originally wanted to cover him with a quilt, but when he paused, his face turned cold.

Zhong Xun bit his lips after scolding, even if he was not awake, he knew he had said something wrong, and he would not scold someone's mother like this, but scolded his father every day.

"Go out." Chu Tingdong said coldly.

Zhong Xun hugged the quilt without moving, his ears turned red from holding back, Zhong Zhonglin felt that everything he did was wrong, and pressed his head all day long to make him admit his mistakes, but he never said a word.

He has never apologized to anyone since he grew up, and asking him to apologize would be worse than killing him.

"I'm cheap," Zhong Xun pulled off the quilt and said, showing his face, "If you're angry, hit me."

Chu Tingdong didn't want to fight with him, he stood aside, his back was straight, his eyes were dark and calm, even his anger was restrained and restrained, unlike Zhong Xun who jumped violently and rolled around madly.

Zhong Xun was lying on the bed, looked down by him like this, as if there was a sudden height difference, his whole body was on fire, and he felt dirty and smelly, which was very embarrassing.

He turned his head and rubbed his face vigorously. Before he could speak again, Chu Tingdong stretched out his hand and hugged him with the quilt.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Xun suddenly panicked, his head became more dizzy, his eyelashes trembled a few times, his fair cheeks were flushed, and his arms were softly wrapped around Chu Tingdong's neck.

He was a little timid, and whispered, "Don't be a hooligan."

He pressed against the chest, his messy and slightly curly hair brushed against Chu Tingdong's collarbone, before he could react, he was thrown outside the bedroom door.

It didn't hurt, he was wrapped in a quilt, and Chu Tingdong didn't want to throw him, but he sat on the doorway and was still dazed.

Then he watched Chu Tingdong close the door.

"Well……"? ?

Hold.

Zhong Xun was dumbfounded. He sat on the ground wrapped in a quilt in a daze, rubbed his hair, and was sobered up from the wine.

The fuck is obedient at this time, just throw it away?

Really throw it? ?

Chu Tingdong changed the bed sheet and quilt cover, picked up the pillow that Zhong Xun had kicked on the floor, and felt that there was no movement at the door of the bedroom, so he walked over and opened the door, and when he lowered his head, Zhong Xun was still sitting against the wall.

A quilt was wrapped around his shoulders, and most of his face was covered under the quilt, with only a lock of hair visible.

Chu Tingdong sighed, bent down, touched the edge of the quilt with his fingertips, and then pulled it down to reveal a little forehead. Zhong Xun woke up, opened his eyes suddenly, tore off the quilt angrily, and muttered aggrievedly, "What are you looking at?" See? I can’t sleep on the floor?!”

He also felt that he was very annoying and was full of problems, but Chu Tingdong was not used to him at all.

He is not even willing to give way to him a little bit.

It was okay for him to hold back when he was not muttering, but suddenly he felt even more wronged after muttering, his hair drooped, his eye circles became a little redder, he raised his hand and threw the quilt on Chu Tingdong's body, and stood up unsteadily.

Chu Tingdong caught it, but before he could stand still, Zhong Xunmen rushed over like a calf and slammed him hard into his arms.

His chest hurt from being hit, Zhong Xun's eyes and cheeks were red, and his forehead was also red. He stared at him fiercely, and wiped his eyes if he wanted to cry or not.

Then he turned around and ran outside, and the security door slammed with a bang.

He ran so fast that people couldn't hold him back. Chu Tingdong paused and retracted his fingertips.

He picked up the kicked quilt, smelled the strong smell of alcohol on it, turned around and threw it in the bathroom, intending to wash it tomorrow.

When I returned to the bedroom, I found that not only the quilt, but also the school uniform jacket was missing. I don't know when Zhong Xun stole it.

It was already September, and the night was somewhat cold. Zhong Xun put on Chu Tingdong's school uniform jacket as if to vent his anger, and walked to the ice rink. He reached into his pocket and took out two steel coins.

Damn poor.

I can't even afford five catties of walnuts.

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Zhong Xun was so angry that he lost his mind, and had a dream of beating Chu Tingdong violently all night.

Fortunately, going to school is the monthly exam, out of sight, out of mind, he is in the last exam room, the classroom on the east side of the sixth floor, and Chu Tingdong is in the first exam room, on the west side of the first floor, separated by a teaching building.

The invigilator also knows the level of the students in the last exam room, as long as they don't cheat, they can sleep freely.

Zhong Xun fell asleep after several exams, barely filling in a few numbers on the paper, and when he left the exam room, his eyes were sleepy, and his face was covered with red marks from his arms.

After two days of hard work, it was the official art performance for the whole grade at the end of the month.

Zhong Xun was in charge of the recording of the program in the class and followed the whole process.

He thought the school's equipment was too old and the lenses were all blurred, so he took his DSLR and went to the backstage. Before he could raise the curtain, he heard the chaos and noise inside.

"Kong Yan, what do you mean?" Bai Sui held the script in his hand, "You have rehearsed so many times and you still haven't memorized the lines. It's fine if you don't memorize, and you still have the face to blame others?"

"Why the hell didn't I remember?" The boy named Kong Yan glanced to the side and said impatiently, "Isn't what I read just now the lines? She can't catch up and blame me?"

The eyes of the girl he caught a glimpse of turned red angrily.

"I'll be on stage in more than an hour. Can you act in this state?" Bai Sui snatched the prop from him, "If you can't, just change!"

"Who cares about acting in such a bad drama?" Kong Yan simply took off his picks, even took off his costumes, and threw them all at her.

Zhong Xun stepped on the chair next to him, leaned on the back of the chair to watch the fun, and took a group photo without thinking too much about it.

Bai Sui turned his head, pointed at him, and said to Kong Yan: "If you love to act or not, if you don't move a mirror to look at your face, you dare to despise others. Are you worthy? You don't want to act, why don't you act?" It's someone more suitable than you!"

Zhong Xun was dumbfounded, he was holding the SLR, and Bai Sui stuffed a bright red wedding dress into his arms.

"It's up to you, Brother Xun," Bai Sui grabbed his arm, "Come here and play for us."

Kong Yan's face turned red and then pale, but he didn't dare to throw fire at Zhong Xun, so he turned around and left with a cold snort.

"Don't be fucking kidding, what kind of Liang Zhu, I will play a fart." Zhong Xun quit.

"You just put on this outfit and stand on the stage, you don't need to say anything," Bai Sui picked up and gestured to his shoulder, "This year's best stage play award belongs to the same class!"

Zhong Xun thought she was crazy.

"Old Xu asked me to record it." Zhong Xun moved his feet and wanted to leave, "I will play this, so who will record it?"

"Isn't that simple?" Bai Sui has long been displeased with Kong Yan, maybe he's on the basketball team, and thinks he's so handsome, and despises the girl who set him up with Zhu Yingtai for not being pretty enough, so he's always in a bad mood.

Her eyes faltered in the background, and she suddenly waved, "Scholar, you should know how to use a DSLR, right? Help us take a picture of the stage play later."

Wang Pang and the others have always called Chu Tingdong the bully, but later everyone in the class listened to it too much, and they all followed suit. Anyway, this is a real bully, and the whole school is crushed.

Chu Tingdong was called by Xu Chunhong to help move the props, and when he heard someone calling him, he put down the things and went over.

"It's only an hour, I can't remember the lines." Zhong Xun saw Chu Tingdong approaching, but he still refused to let go of the DSLR in his hand. He felt that he hadn't reconciled with Chu Tingdong yet.

"It's enough to remember the key points!" Bai Sui didn't allow him to refuse, flipped through the script and started to explain it to him.

Zhong Xun bent down aggrievedly, leaning on the edge of the table to listen to her.

None of the girls in the class were afraid of him, especially Baisui, who went to the same junior high school as him.

But Zhong Xun couldn't understand it at all, considering his Chinese proficiency of not being able to write three lines in his composition, and the brain circuit of a straight-blooded man.

After listening to her talk for half an hour, I rolled my platinum earrings with my fingertips and asked in a daze, "Why don't you dare to look at Guanyin?"

Bai Sui: "..." As expected of you.

Seeing that their class was about to take the stage, Bai Sui didn't bother to explain to him, and pushed him to change his clothes first, "Forget it if you don't remember it, talk about it later, just use me as a vase."

Zhong Xun reluctantly got up, turned his head and glanced at Chu Tingdong reluctantly, and handed him the SLR.

"If you don't know how to do it, don't pretend, talk quickly, and someone else can come." Zhong Xun muttered softly.

Chu Tingdong said, "Just take a photo."

Zhong Xun had no choice but to let go.

Chu Tingdong took the SLR to the hall of the auditorium. This year it happened to be the senior year's turn to sit in the front row. Chu Tingdong was in charge of filming, so he moved the tripod to the side of the stage to stabilize the camera.

He wanted to debug it first, but after opening it, he saw a photo first.

Maybe Zhong Xun accidentally cut it just now.

There is a large floor-to-ceiling window in the ice rink. The dark blue velvet curtain hangs down and trails on the ice surface. There is a silver-white coin on it. The night is low, and the moonlight is cold and bright, shining on the ice surface.

The coin was also illuminated by the moonlight with a faint silver light, against the night-like velvet, it was lonely, like another small moon falling on the ice rink.

Even someone who doesn't know much about photography can tell that this photo is well taken and professional.

Chu Tingdong glanced at the shooting time, it was the time when Zhong Xun went out in the middle of the night, around 03:30 in the morning.

This coin is probably in his school uniform jacket, and he found change in the small supermarket of Zhong Xun's grandma.

His eyes moved slightly, and he lingered on this photo for a long time. He didn't lower his eyes until the announcement began and Class One's program came on stage, and adjusted the camera to the stage.

Zhong Xun was dragged onto the stage to play Liang Shanbo, but he refused to put on makeup, so Bai Sui had to give up.

But even if he doesn't wear makeup, his eyelashes are thick, his nose bridge is straight, and when the lights are turned on, his complexion is fair, and the wedding clothes all over his body can't suppress the brilliance. He is bright and radiant just by standing.

The audience was silent for a moment.

Zhong Xun's record in off-campus fights was so outstanding that no one dared to pay more attention to his face, nor did he dare to take a second look. Finally, given this opportunity, many girls secretly raised their phones.

In fact, Zhong Xun was so annoying that he didn't remember it at all. He just started acting, and he forgot most of it, "Isn't Yingtai...a daughter? What...there are ring marks on her ear?【1】"

Fortunately, the girl who acted with him was very reliable, so she continued the lines.

"There is a reason for the scars on the earrings. Brother Liang, why should you be suspicious? There are many temple fairs in the village, and I play the role of Guanyin every year. Brother Liang must concentrate on writing. You don't want to think about your future...【2】"

Zhong Xun was made stiff and uncomfortable by the heavy clothes all over his body. He lowered his head and stared at his toes for a while, then raised his head to look at the girl across from him. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chu Tingdong who was filming on the side of the stage.

The light on the side of the stage was very dim, Chu Tingdong stood behind the camera, the edge of the interlaced light and dark, the whole person was deep and sharp, adjusting the lens with his eyes half down.

As if aware of Zhong Xun's gaze, he raised his eyes and looked straight over the crowd.

Zhong Xun was frightened, it was his first time performing this kind of thing, he was very nervous, and now he was even more at a loss, staring at Chu Tingdong, eyelashes drooped, raised again, pursed his lips.

Chu Tingdong stared at his pursed red lips and dodged eyes behind the camera, like a puppy who wanted to be petted but was born with a stubborn temper.

He couldn't hold back the corner of his lower lip.

Zhong Xun continued to act, and raised his sleeves to bow to the girl who played Zhu Yingtai. The sleeves were very wide, covering half of his face.

He remembered that Chu Tingdong also skated "The Butterfly Lovers" once, which he saw when he wanted to imitate his figure skating program.

In fact, he liked this program more than "Aphrodite at Sea". At that time, he chose "Sea" because he thought that the program of the World Youth Championship might be more meaningful to Chu Tingdong.

Originally, I wanted to stimulate him, so of course I had to come directly to the most ruthless.

In the figure skating program "The Butterfly Lovers", Chu Tingdong still joined in the Axel quadruple jump, and it was rare to wear Costen mixed with red, and the arrangement was very hot.

Zhong Xun instantly understood those who were weeping on the barrage, the contrast was too strong.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun was distracted and forgot his lines. It would be more satisfying to ask him to act in a play than to let him fight.

He glanced wildly, just in time to catch Chu Tingdong smiling at him, suddenly there was some gentleness, like a wolf with a big tail harboring malicious intentions, and he kept muttering in his heart, wondering what kind of illness he had.

His eyelashes trembled, but he read out, "From now on... I dare not look at Avalokitesvara."

After I finished speaking, I felt my heart beat.

This stage play is not too long, and it was over in less than 10 minutes. Zhong Xun stepped off the stage and went to the second floor of the auditorium to change clothes. As a result, the dressing room was full of people, so he had to sit beside him and wait.

Waiting was boring, he couldn't sit still, and he saw a boy in the class looking for his girlfriend in the next class.

He even scooped up the wool in the class and took away a bouquet of roses that had been used up in the stage play, intending to borrow flowers to present to Buddha.

"Give me one too." Zhong Xun patted him on the shoulder.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and handed it to him, and couldn't help gossiping, "Brother Xun, what are you doing with this?"

"I'm willing." Zhong Xun didn't tell him.

After he took it, he lay down on the stairs and waited.

Chu Tingdong only needed to record the first class of the show, and after the end, he took Zhong Xun's SLR and the tripod borrowed by Xu Chunhong to the backstage.

He had only reached the second floor when he felt something soft and moist brush against his cheek, turned his head, and saw a branch of intensely red rose protruding from the side.

Zhong Xun hadn't changed his wedding clothes yet, he was lying on the stairs, looking down at him, his peach eyes were bright and warm, and he was holding the flower with his white and thin fingertips.

He is extremely beautiful and has a very clean youthful air. He bent down towards him, shook the rose in his hand, and whispered, "Be my boyfriend, brother."

The author says:

Xiao Chu: I can hardly stand it anymore.

Note: 【1】【2】Quotes from Huangmei Opera.

The original text is as follows: Yingtai is not a daughter, why is there a ring mark on her ear?

There is a reason for the scars on the earrings, why should Brother Liang be suspicious? There are many temple fairs in the village, and I play the role of Guanyin every year.

Since then, I dare not look at Guanyin.